The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Quirrell's wand was pointed at John, with a faint green light shining on the tip of the wand.

The appearance of this green light made the atmosphere in the entire ward instantly become cold and ominous.

But John looked at the golden potion in his hand carefully as if nothing was wrong, and even opened the bottle cap and smelled it.

Felicity Elixir.

It can be confirmed to be authentic.

Just by smelling it, John could already sense the powerful magic contained in it.

After confirming this, John put it into his small bag.

At the same time, Quirrell also put down the wand in his hand.

It was obvious that he had gone through a very difficult mental struggle, because his face was so distorted that even his hood couldn't cover it.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us." Quirrell finally slowed down and said, "The troll on Halloween has nothing to do with me..."

John interrupted directly:

"I saw a mirror in that abandoned classroom. Dumbledore called it the Mirror of Erised. Well, I guess there's no need for me to explain to you what the Mirror of Erised is?"

Hearing this, Quirrell didn't speak.

And John took it as his acquiescence and continued:

"I guess your goal is to steal the magic mirror, right? The reason why you introduced the troll to Hogwarts on Halloween is to take the opportunity to find it. Unfortunately, the troll was quickly eliminated. As a result, you didn’t have enough time to start, and you just determined the approximate location of the magic mirror.”

"You have such a rich imagination, Shafiq, but the truth is just as I told you before. I just suspected that there was a dark magic creation there, so I asked you to go and investigate."

Quirrell suddenly paused here, and then continued in a twisted tone, "Um, and, have you told Dumbledore about these conjectures of yours?"

John looked at Quirrell with an idiot look and said:

"If I had told you, you would have been captured and taken to Azkaban by now."

"I explained to you, I didn't..."

"Okay! I just woke up from a coma, and now my head hurts, so stop making excuses!"

John interrupted, raising his voice, "Also, put your wand away. Who are you waving around to scare? Dumbledore is in Hogwarts, and you wouldn't even give you a hundred courages." Dare to attack me!"

Hearing this, Quirrell was shocked and angry.

He looked towards the door of the ward for a while, fearing that John's suddenly raised voice would attract Madam Pomfrey, and then glared at John, looking extremely funny.

Normally, John would definitely appreciate Quirrell's ugliness.

After all, in a few months, Quirrell will turn into ashes.

But now, in order to think about the content of the conversation with Quirrell, John had a wave of intense thinking, and his head really hurt.

"Let's get straight to the point. This matter has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to cause trouble. So, you don't have to worry about me going to tell Dumbledore."

John rubbed his temples and said directly, "But as you can see, I was seriously injured and was in a coma for a full week. Since this injury was sustained during the execution of your mission, I It’s reasonable to ask for workers’ compensation, right?”

Hearing this, Qiluo first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said angrily:

"You dream! I won't give you a copper nut!"

After saying this, Quirrell turned around and left.

He was really fed up with this greedy little brat.

John not only tortured him, but also blackmailed him again and again!

Taking the Felixir doesn't count, what else do you want for 'worker's injury compensation' now!

The most unbearable thing for Quirrell was.

During the conversation just now, he had been led by John.

This gave Quirrell the feeling of being completely seen through.

The last time Quirrell felt this way was when he met Voldemort.

It was that conversation that made Quirrell truly become Voldemort's servant, willing to sacrifice everything for him.

But Voldemort is the most terrifying Dark Lord in the world!

And John is just a little brat!

Quirrell could tolerate being treated like that by the Dark Lord, but he couldn't tolerate being led by John.

If possible, Quirrell really wanted to cast a curse on John!

It's a pity that, as John said, Dumbledore is in the school right now, and he really doesn't dare to kill John without preparation.

In particular, John controlled the scale very well. "I don't want to cause trouble" made Quirrell no longer have the need to do something to John.

After all, judging from what little kid John has done in the past, he probably really doesn’t want to get into trouble!

In this case, the Dark Lord would not allow him to hurt John, thereby alerting Dumbledore!

And it was this that gave Quirrell the humiliating feeling of having his IQ completely crushed!

Thinking back on what just happened, Quirrell couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Now he just wants to leave this ward quickly and leave that monster named John Shafiq!

However, the sudden tingling sensation in his head stopped Quirrell from moving forward.

Again!

His master stopped him again!

Once again he surrendered to John Shafiq!

Quirrell couldn't help wailing in his heart, but his body returned to John's bedside very honestly.

Then, he stiffly took out a money bag from his waist and threw it into John's arms.

"97 Galleons, 11 Sickles, and 24 Nats. Haha, these are bits and pieces. Isn't this all your current net worth?"

John counted the coins and chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Qiluo said in a desperate and erratic tone:

"Enough?"

"I'm going to say that if it's not enough, you probably won't be able to give me more money." John waved his hand and said, "So forget it, who makes the life of a migrant worker like me miserable."

Quirrell's whole body was numb.

Hearing what John said, he didn't react at all. He turned around and walked towards the door with difficulty.

"Oh, right!"

John spoke again, "I forgot to tell you that Dumbledore has moved the Mirror of Erised to another place, so you don't need to exert any force on that place."

Quirrell's footsteps paused again.

He turned his head stiffly and said quietly:

"If I hadn't given you 'workers' compensation,' wouldn't you have told me the news?"

John didn't answer, but Quirrell already got the answer from the silence.

He walked quickly and left the ward, then closed the door forcefully.

"Bam—"

The sound of the door slamming shut sounded so harsh in the middle of the night.

John couldn't help but pick his ears and complained:

"It's really childish for such a grown man to still have the temper of a child."

As he spoke, John drank a bottle of Dreamless Sleeping Potion and fell asleep happily.

John wasn't really a strong man. After spending so many days with Quirrell, he actually felt very uncomfortable.

Now that Dumbledore had given him a sick leave to recuperate, John was certainly happy to rest for a while.

By the way, Quirrell should also take a break.

It would be bad if Quirrell collapsed after being hit like this.

By the time he was discharged from the hospital, Quirrell was almost fully recovered.

It would be a pleasure to go and gather another round of wool by myself!